Chapter 65 The Prince Still Has You in His Heart

Cheng Yunshuo left Yuerong Pavilion.

This time was different from the usual times when Xing Dairong got angry with him.

When he left, there was no anger on his face, but suspicion and excessive calmness.

There is a feeling that I have seen through it and it is no longer interesting.

Xing Dairong watched Cheng Yunshuo turn around and walk out. She yelled, "Ouch! My stomach hurts!"

Cheng Yunshuo did not stop either.

Seeing him leave so decisively, Xing Dairong suddenly felt a surge of pressure in his heart.

He was so angry that he slammed the porcelain bowl heavily in the house.

"Ms. Xing." Qiu Kui sighed helplessly.

Privately, Qiu Kui still called her Miss Xing, because Xing Dairong was submissive only on the surface. She was submissive to Lu Lingyun and the Hou Mansion, but she was not submissive in her heart.

She didn't allow Qiu Kui to call Aunt Xing, let alone feel the slightest taste of being a concubine in Yuerong Pavilion.

Relying on their past friendship, she slowly drew Cheng Yunshuo back to her. After Cheng Yunshuo fell in love with her, the reluctance in her heart became even greater.

She figured it out. She wanted to turn her life around in another way. After all, Cheng Yunshuo treated her differently. He truly loved her. Besides, she had a child by her side. With these two supports, she would definitely be able to live a good life.

"You will really drive the prince away if you do this."

Qiu Kui walked up to Xing Dairong and said.

"What do you know!" Xing Dairong glared at her fiercely, "I just asked him for a golden step-shake and he was so reluctant. It's obvious that he was lying to me!"

"Don't you really know how the prince treats you? If he still has money, there is no way he would refuse you!"

"The entire mansion belongs to him, how could he be without money!"

"It is true that the Crown Prince is the master of the Marquis' Mansion, but the Marquis' Mansion is now managed by the Young Madam. If he needs money, he has to ask the Young Madam. Do you want him to ask the Young Madam for money? He is a Crown Prince after all, a man. How can you ask him for this?" Qiu Kui looked disappointed.

Her words calmed down the angry Xing Dairong.

Qiu Kui continued, "Don't you know how much money the prince has spent on you? He emptied all his private coffers to redeem you, and I heard that he still owes money to several friends. Last time you opened a buffet, he filled the hole for you and deducted a year's monthly salary. Now he only has the salary from working for the Jinwu Guard. How much is his monthly salary......"

“That’s enough!”

Xing Dairong interrupted her, and she realized belatedly that Cheng Yunshuo seemed to be really out of money.

But he, but he...

Xing Dairong bit his lip, still looking unwilling.

If he has no money, won't he find a way to earn it?

In every family, men earn money for women to spend.

Is it necessary for him to be so angry with her!

He gave her the cold shoulder...

She looked at Cheng Yunshuo's back as he left, and finally sat down quietly. Forget it, she would try to coax him tomorrow.

When Cheng Yunshuo left Yuerong Pavilion and returned to Yaoguang Pavilion, he passed by Qiu Ling's Qiuxiang Courtyard.

Qiu Ling had disliked him for a long time, and he knew it was because of the punishment he had given her last time.

He was so angry at the time that he didn't feel anything, but now that he stopped and thought about it, he suddenly felt Qiu Ling's grievance.

He seems a little biased.

Without even asking Qiu Ling a question, he directly convicted her.

At this time, the gate of Qiuxiang Courtyard opened, and a little maid came out carrying a bucket of burnt charcoal.

She saw Cheng Yunshuo and said in surprise, "Prince? You are here to see Aunt Qiu, right? Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

Cheng Yunshuo thought for a moment and said, "No, I'll go back."

The maidservant showed a trace of disappointment when she heard this. She couldn't help but say, "It's better for the prince to go back to the Yaoguang Pavilion. We don't have much charcoal in Qiuxiang Courtyard, and it's not as warm as the Yaoguang Pavilion."

"How many pots of charcoal does Qiu Ling have?"

"Aunt Qiu only has one basin." The little maid said honestly.

Qiu Ling had nothing special to offer, so she could only receive a basin of charcoal according to her quota.

Cheng Yunshuo's eyes flickered, and he called Qingfeng, "Qingfeng, add an extra basin of charcoal to Aunt Qiu's room this year."

"My Lord, this..."

"Bring a pot from the Yanguang Pavilion."

"yes!"

After Cheng Yunshuo gave his instructions, he returned to his room.

After a while, the maid from Qiuxiangyuan excitedly brought charcoal to Qiu Ling.

"Aunt Qiu!"

Qiu Ling was still sewing. When she heard the sound, she turned around and saw the charcoal she had brought back. She was shocked and asked, "Where did you get the charcoal?"

"I just ran into the prince outside the door. He gave this to my aunt!"

"Prince?"

"Yes! The prince said that he would give you an extra basin of charcoal in your room this winter. This is his share of the courtyard!"

Qiu Ling was stunned for a moment after hearing this, "Where is the prince now?"

"Let's go back." The little maid said as she lit the charcoal fire, "If I were to tell you, the prince still has you, his aunt, in his heart!"

Qiu Ling, who was holding the needle and thread, pursed her lips and finally let out a happy hum.

The next day.

As Qin's return home approached, a thorough cleaning began in the house.

Maids and servants were cleaning the paths in the courtyards.

Xing Dairong felt that today was a particularly good day, so he dressed neatly and went out for a walk with Mrs. Tang in his arms.

As soon as I walked into the Yaoguang Pavilion, I saw Qiu Ling and her maid there.

"Hey, isn't this Aunt Qiu?"

Xing Dairong is a weird person.

Qiu Ling glanced at Xing Dairong and ignored her.

She learned her lesson and really ignored Xing Dairong.

She only ordered her maid, "Xiao He, return the burnt charcoal."

"yes."

To use charcoal in the palace, you need to return the burnt charcoal sticks for registration.

Cheng Yunshuo evenly distributed the portions of Yaoguang Pavilion, and he still had to go get new ones to exchange for the ones he had burned.

Qiu Ling was familiar with the rules of the mansion, and took people to return the things they had used.

Xing Dairong frowned when she saw Qiu Ling ignoring her. Then she saw her delivering something to the Yaoguang Pavilion and immediately asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Qiu Ling still ignored her and even moved away to distance herself from her.

"Are you dumb? Or do you know that Yun Shuo will scold you if you speak?" Xing Dairong looked at her with mockery in his eyes.

Qiu Ling was holding back her anger, but her maid Xiao He couldn't bear it. Xiao He said directly, "The prince would never scold Aunt Qiu! The prince even specially added a pot of charcoal to our Qiuxiang Courtyard last night. He felt sorry for our aunt in his heart!"

"Xiao He!" Qiu Ling wanted to call for a stop, but it was too late.

When Xing Dairong learned that Cheng Yunshuo had also added a pot of charcoal to Qiu Ling, he immediately flew into a rage, "What did you say! Cheng Yunshuo added charcoal to you!"

"I have nothing to tell you."

Qiu Ling glanced at Xing Dairong, then she took the new charcoal from Yaoguang Pavilion and left with Xiao He.

When Xing Dairong saw this, he could no longer suppress his anger.

You are so good, Cheng Yunshuo. Yesterday you said you had no money, but now you are adding fuel to the fire for another woman.

Where does the money come from to add charcoal?

It's a pity that she felt sorry for him yesterday! Xing Dairong was filled with anger. She looked at Qiu Ling who was walking away with the charcoal, and felt that she was showing off no matter how she looked at her.

Immediately, she rushed forward.